Paradise

Far from the Garden of Eden We made our home We nurtured the grounds In hope that our love would grow Our trees grew tall and strong To shelter the growth so young Defending the path before us That leads through the safe place We call our home How could this happen to me? How could my life's meaning concede to rot? Defying any attention given like my love's not enough From beneath the debris I wonder, was this fated for me? Was it something I did That brought my dreams down on top of my head? Was it something I did That brought my dreams down on top of my head? Through heavy rains and winds Our plot held strong Any repairs we made Reinforced the roof and the walls Each night, the sun relinquished its fame For the stars to embrace But the pride in our works Outshined their brightest blaze In Paradise lives our tree house A single room in the sky Now weathered like the limbs beneath It stands proud holding our memories How could this happen to me? How could my life's meaning concede to rot? Defying any attention given like my love's not enough From beneath the debris I wonder, was this fated for me? Was it something I did That brought my dreams down on top of my head (Was it something I did?) Maybe I looked away for too long Maybe I lost sight of hope How could I know that the fibres I'd grow Would come to form this very rope? How could this happen to me? How could my life's meaning concede to rot? Defying any attention given like my love's not enough From beneath the debris I wonder, was this fated for me? Was it something I did That brought my dreams down on top of my head? Was it something I did That brought my dreams down on top of my head?